A Psalm. A Song for the Sabbath.

1It is good to give thanks to the LORD,

to sing praises to thy name, O Most High;

2to declare thy steadfast love in the morning,

and thy faithfulness by night,

3to the music of the lute and the harp,

to the melody of the lyre.

4For thou, O LORD, hast made me glad by thy work;

at the works of thy hands I sing for joy.

5How great are thy works, O LORD!

Thy thoughts are very deep!

6The dull man cannot know,

the stupid cannot understand this:

7that, though the wicked sprout like grass

and all evildoers flourish,

they are doomed to destruction for ever,

8but thou, O LORD, art on high for ever.

9For lo, thy enemies, O LORD,

for lo, thy enemies shall perish;

all evildoers shall be scattered.

10But thou hast exalted my horn like that of the wild ox;

thou hast poured over me92.10 Syr: Heb uncertain fresh oil.

11My eyes have seen the downfall of my enemies,

my ears have heard the doom of my evil assailants.

12The righteous flourish like the palm tree,

and grow like a cedar in Lebanon.

13They are planted in the house of the LORD,

they flourish in the courts of our God.

14They still bring forth fruit in old age,

they are ever full of sap and green,

15to show that the LORD is upright;

he is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him.